Emerson wouldn't go to sleep the night before Easter. I wish it had been from the excitement... but it was more so from the onset of the flu. Bryce had it the weekend before, so she was bound to get it... but on Easter? Boo. So we still hunted for eggs, but a little slower and we still opened the buckets (I am anti basket... too dirty...), but with a little less excitement. Emerson scored some art supplies, softballs and a new leapster game, while Bryce received a few books and balls. Emerson got Bryce a sweet singing book and Bryce got Emerson a talking alphabet/ clock apple. Emerson and I stayed home and ate a veggie tray while Bryce and Dad went to the Pope's. At least it wasn't her birthday... that woulda sucked more.
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